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THE 

REAL 

PRINCESS 


A Fairy Tale By 

Hans Christian Andersen 

illustrations By 

Hedvig Collin 


ALBERT WHITMAN & COMPANY 

Chicago Printed in Germany 


1932 



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This edition is dedicated to that staunch 
friend of the best in books for children— 
BERTHA E. MAHONY 


Hedvig Collin has illustrated quite an imposing 
number of children’s books, several of which have 
been published in Germany, and also in the United 
States. Her pictures show fine draughtsmanship, 
fine, soft, bright colors. There is a Dulac touch 
about her illustrations of “The Real Princess” which 
she may have acquired during her years of study 
in Paris. For after doing some work at the Academy 
in Copenhagen she went on to study in France. 
Among her earlier illustrations are some fine ones 
for Danish children’s songs. Her “East of the Sun 
and West of the Moon” is well known in America. 
She has illustrated three Bibi books by Karin Mi- 
chaelis, the well known children’s author. Another 
fairy tale book is published by Pestalozzi, “Marigold," 
or as the German title reads, “Goldtoechterchen”. 
There is also the charming edition de luxe of 
Andersen, published by Librairie Hachette, Paris. 

—“Contemporary Illustrators of Children’s Books” 
by Bertha E. Mahony and Elinor Whitney . 


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iere was once a Prince who 
wanted a Princess. But it 
was only a real Princess that 
he wanted for his wife. 

He went all over the world to 
find a real one. But, though there 
were many princesses, he could 
never learn whether they were 
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ways something that did not 
seem quite right about them. 



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At last he had to come home 
again. But he was very sad, 
because he wanted a real prin¬ 
cess so badly. 

One night there was a terrible 
wind, and the rain poured down. 
Indeed it was a bad night. In the 
middle of the night there came 
a knocking, knocking, knocking 
at the town gate. The kind old 
King himself went down to open 
the gate. 







It was a young Princess that 
stood outside the gate. The wind 
and the rain had almost blown 
her to pieces. Water streamed 
out of her hair and out of her 
clothes. Water ran in at the points 
of her shoes and out again at the 
heels. Yet she said she was a 
real princess. 

“Well, we shall soon see if that 


is true,” thought the Queen. 



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She said nothing, but went 
into the bedroom, took off all the 
bedding, and put a small dried 
pea on the bottom of the bed¬ 
stead. Then she put twenty mat¬ 
tresses on top of the pea, and 
on top of these she put twenty 
feather beds. This was where the 
Princess was to sleep that night. 

In the morning they asked her 
how she had slept. 





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“Oh, very badly!” said the 
Princess. "I hardly closed my 
eyes the whole night. Goodness 
only knows what was in the bed. 
I seemed to be lying upon some 
hard thing, and my whole body 
is black and blue this morning. 
It was terrible I” 

They saw at once that she 
must be a real Princess. 





For, through twenty mattres¬ 


ses and twenty feather beds, 
she had still felt the pea. 

No one but a real Princess 
could have had such a fine skin. 

So the Prince took her for his 
wife. He was sure that he had 


found a real Princess. 





As for the pea, it was put 


in a museum where it may still 
be seen if no one has carried 
it away. 

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